Sleep

Sleep has always been a rather favourite past time for me, even when younger.

My sister, five years older, would try to roust me from bed for silly things like Christmas presents... "wake up! Wake up!" Huh? Whaaa? zzzzzzzzz... or she would attempt to convince me of the need to get downstairs to watch The Three Stooges, when my interest lie with Boomtown. Don't ask, I don't know.

OK, so I mastered the early rising for Christmas, and for that dastardly, egg laying, Easter Bunny. Of course, there was some methodology at work here... for events like Halloween and Easter, my sis knew I would only eat some of the candy, the vulture. (Just kidding, sis... but ya did know you would inherit that candy!)

Whilst I fought going to bed at night, once ensconsed between sheets, I did not readily surrender them. And as someone totally spooked by dark then, I developed a habit of sleeping with my head covered. Sometimes I still do this, it became sort of a means of comfort, like carrying a blanket around, and it still carries such comfort, at least on a cold night.

By my teens, like most that age, sleeping is what we did best. Noon? I'm not sure I ever made it that far short of being sick, but... 11 am? Yup. Of course, on the other end of the day... In college, we partied have the night and slept half the day. Major culture shock when college ended!

I have delved into sleep due to increased work hours. Since my commute is almost an hour, and since start time has been voluntarily set somewhere between 7:15 and 7:30, there is little time for snoozing between bedtime around 11 pm. I've come close to sleeping right through my alarm.

This morning, I discovered my mind has rather ingenious methods of getting the sleep it desires. Radio goes off, news is on, and I'm wide awake. I'm up, and into the bathroom, peeing, then ready to shower... until that morphed into grabbing keys from my father in law's trousers setting in the middle of his kitchen.. a serious clue I was in fact dreaming. I would have sworn to being wide awake, but nope. A quick glance at the clock showed me 10 minutes past the time I'd intended to rise.

I'm not falling for that one again.